New Cover Alert

Hi all,

 

It is Monday and I forgot to show you all my lovely new cover so here it is. Belonging to the Steer Brothers which is part of my new Cape Falls series.

 

 

Blurb

 

Welcome to Cape Falls, a town with old-fashioned values.

When Anna Myer’s parents died in a car accident, David and Paul Steer took her in and cared for her. For years she nursed a crush for the two men, only to be rejected and pushed away.

Crushed with the rejection and believing, the Steer Brothers could never love her the way she wanted, Anna left Cape Falls.

Three years have passed since she left the men she loved. Anna returns with a new determination and she knows the secret that David and Paul tried to keep away from her.

There is a rumour the Steer men share one woman. Anna wants to be that woman.

Can she prove to Paul and David she is the woman they need? Can her men overcome their fears? And after so long of being alone will she finally belong to the Steer brothers?

Guest: A J Jarrett

Set Me On Fire

Happy Saturday! I hope everyone’s weekend is going well. My name is AJ and Sam was nice enough to let me come visit today and talk about a little book I’ve got being released today titled Set Me On Fire. It’s being released through Silver Publishing and its part of their Men in Uniform anthology. The men in uniform that I choose were firefighters.

My fascination with firefighter stems from a lot of things but most of all it’s their bravery. When faced with a burning building, without hesitation, they jump into action. I for one don’t think I would have that type of courage. I’d risk my life for my children but for a person I don’t know? I’m not one hundred percent for certain I could do that. So I tip my hat to the firefighters of the world. Thank you for all you do and for the inspiration to write this story.

I write within the M/M genre so the story, surprise, surprise, revolves around two men, Kelly Lynch and Nate Anderson. Some people may question my allure to this type of themed stories and all I can say is love is love no matter the genders of the individuals succumbing to that four letter word.

Blurb

Kelly Lynch wanted to become a firefighter to help people, but with his accident prone nature his boss, Nate Anderson, thinks he’s an utter fool. Kelly never planned to fall for Nate but now that he has, he realizes loving is easy; understanding and compromise are hard.

Nate has been attracted to Kelly since his first day at the station house. Watching the younger man day in and day out is frustrating. Kelly’s latest stunt almost got him killed and Nate fears losing the man of his dreams.

Will Nate’s demanding ways cause the embers of their love to die out? Or will Kelly prove he has what it takes to be with Nate, at work and in the bedroom?

Story Excerpt

“God, I swear if you get me out of this mess I promise to listen and follow orders for the rest of my life, or at least make the effort to try,” Kelly prayed aloud as he crawled, belly down, across the dirty floor. He was doing his best to see through the smoke-filled room but still couldn’t find where he’d entered.

Kelly scooted a little more, using touch more than sight to navigate his way through the smoky haze and chunks of debris. He had separated from the team of men he’d come into the burning building with. A choice he now regretted immensely.

He had made a stupid move, but he could have sworn he’d heard someone cry out for help. A completely bonehead move to run off without telling anyone. One of the first things they taught you when you became a firefighter, never leave your team, or at least partner with someone else, but never go off on your own.

But no, he thought he knew better and wanted to be the hero and save the poor individual stuck in this fire pit. Now he was starting to wonder if he’d just imagined he heard the cry for help.

“I’m so fucked.” Kelly rested his helmet-covered head on the ground and then proceeded to bang his head on the hard floor. It was useless, he was trapped.

“Lynch.”

Kelly sat up at the sound of someone yelling his name. What direction had the voice come from? He couldn’t tell. The sound was so faint compared to all the hissing and crackling noises of the fire in full blaze all around him.

“God damn it, Lynch, where are you?”

He heard the shout again, only louder. Kelly felt his way around the floor until he came face to face with a boot. He started to look up when large, glove-covered hands grabbed the back of his jacket.

“What do you think you were doing, you dumb shit? You’re lucky we noticed you missing.”

Kelly could tell by the size of the man dragging him out of the entryway that it was Luke Parsons, one of the biggest guys in the house. He may be a big beefy guy, but he was super nice, and Kelly couldn’t have been more grateful Luke found him and not the lieutenant of their station house.

“I’m sorry but I thought I heard someone call out for help.” Kelly grabbed at Parsons’ hand, still attached to Kelly’s jacket, dragging him along. “Please, Luke, I know I heard someone,” he pleaded as he tried to pull himself free of Luke’s hold.

The fire raged through an abandoned building in the East Bottoms of downtown Kansas City. While the only people in this building were more than likely homeless, they were still people who needed to be saved.

“Are you sure, kid?” Kelly nodded enthusiastically. “Okay then let’s see what we can find. We don’t have much time; this building is going up faster than a hay bale.”

“Okay.”

As Kelly followed Luke back into the room, the sound of a faint cry grabbed both their attention. Luke pushed Kelly behind him as he made his way toward the small whimpering sounds. As they got closer, Kelly saw the slight frame of a man huddled in the corner. Luke bent down and snatched the man up in his arms.

Luke looked to Kelly. “Lead the way. Follow the way we just came and you’ll see the crew in the hallway.”

Kelly navigated through the smoke and falling ceiling tiles toward the exit. As he reached the doorway the hall was empty. He turned back to Luke. “They’re not here.” Panic started to eat away at his composure.

“Shit,” Luke shouted. “Here, kid, take my radio and let the guys know we’re coming out with another man in tow. They need to have paramedics ready for this guy.”

“You know the way out?” Luke nodded as Kelly took the offered radio and lifted his face shield. “This is Lynch and Parsons. We got a survivor and we’re coming out.”

“Copy that, son. Make your way out fast. We just got the order to clear the building and let it burn. Move your asses now.”

He looked back to Luke. “You get that?”

“Yep. Head out the door and the stairs are on the right. We need to go up one flight then a little ways down we’ll come to a set of double doors and that will take us outside.” Kelly watched as Luke hefted the man higher on his shoulder. “Start moving.”

Kelly nodded his understanding and made his way toward freedom. Times like this he questioned why he wanted to be a firefighter. No one in his family was one, so it wasn’t about carrying on a legacy or some shit.

As he pushed the door open with his shoulder, he was greeted by sunlight streaking through the smoky clouds rolling off the burning building. He looked back toward Luke, the man he was carrying appeared passed out over his shoulder. That was why Kelly had chosen this profession. He wanted to make a difference. Have a job he could be proud of.

“Over here.”

Kelly and Luke walked right over to the ambulance and deposited the man with the paramedics. They then made their way over to the engine where the rest of the crew stood watching the fire burn. Kelly flipped up his face mask and removed his helmet. Then he took off his jacket, tucked the heavy material under his arm, and stared up at the building. If Luke hadn’t found him, Kelly would be one crispy critter right about now.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

Someone grabbed Kelly by the shoulders and threw him up against the side of the truck, causing him to bump the back of his head hard against the metal door. When his vision cleared he saw Nate Anderson, lieutenant of station house sixteen, standing right in front of him with the attitude Kelly had hoped to avoid.

“Hey, Nate, back the fuck up.” Luke pushed himself between him and Nate. “If it wasn’t for Kelly, that man over there would be dead.”

Nate took a step back and looked toward the ambulance where the man was being triaged. Kelly could see the vein pulsing at Nate’s temple. He wasn’t happy and Kelly knew he would be hearing all about that unhappiness later.

Nate looked back at him over Luke’s shoulder. “You and I will talk about this back at the station house.” Nate pointed a finger at him and then walked away.

He was so screwed. Every time he made a mistake Nate made sure to tell him how and why he screwed up. Granted, it was Nate’s job to go over the mistakes they made so they could learn from their errors, but his lectures were becoming a broken record. Kelly wasn’t looking forward to this discussion.

Page Link for Silver

https://spsilverpublishing.com/index/book_authors_id/144/typefilter/book_authors

Contact Information

http://ajjarrett29.blogspot.com

http://twitter.com/AJJarrett29

http://www.facebook.com/ajjarrett29

New Release: Crossing Boundaries

Hi all, today is release day of the first book in my new series, Cape Falls.

Crossing Boundaries 

Cape Falls, 1

Welcome to Cape Falls, a town with old-fashioned values.

Laura Cox is twenty years old and in love with a man older than her.

Dean Riley has a broken past. He moved to Cape Falls to try and get over the death of his wife and child. He never expected to get involved with a woman. Especially, a younger woman.

Laura and Dean embark on a passionate affair. Neither was prepared for the consuming fire blazing between them. However, an outsider is about to break their budding relationship apart.

Can Dean overcome the death of his wife and learn to accept Laura as she is? What will happen to Laura when the gossip surrounding her becomes too hard to bear? Nothing is certain in the town of Cape Falls.

 Be Warned: mild BDSM

Excerpt:

Her hands grabbed his cock and Dean cursed. He didn’t pull away from her touch. Her eyes stared at his length and he couldn’t deny her anything. The connection between them was strong. What would happen if he rejected her? He wanted her. The horrid truth was he’d wanted her for far longer than this night. How could he be so selfish to take her virginity and not promise her anything? He’d promised himself he wouldn’t love another woman other than his wife.

Dean shook his head. Laura was an adult, a woman in her own right to be respected. Twenty years old wasn’t young. Even if that same age span was between them.

“Slowly,” he said. His decision made.

Her hands hesitated and she glanced up at him.

“Go slow. I want to feel everything. Tease me,” he instructed her. He placed his own hand over hers and knew in that instant that their relationship would never be the same. Laura wasn’t going to be his friend. She was going to be his lover.

“Up and down. That is my pre-cum, my lubrication. Get it on your fingers and rub it around the tip.”

Laura did as he instructed and he saw the concentration on her face.

He was leaking out. His cock was hard and thick. Her sexy body on display making him crave her more. Her tits swung out in front of her. The large nipples full and round.

Her next action shocked him. She took her finger coated with his cum and sucked it inside her mouth.

“Where did you learn to do that?” he demanded.

Laura smiled at him. “I read it in your book.”

Dean tugged her arm and pulled her beneath him to the floor. He wanted to touch and taste her. She lay down her with her arms open.

He kissed her first, calming her nerves while his hands ran all over her voluptuous body. Her extra flesh tantalized him. He knew when he held onto her hips and rammed his dick inside her that he wouldn’t be scared of her breaking on him. He felt her entire body trembling. He would be her first and he felt protective and primal. He kissed his way down her neck and sucked on her nipple until the red bud was swollen and pretty against her flesh.

His tongue created a wet path along her skin to her other hard bud. Her hands moved between touching the carpet, his head and her body as if she didn’t know what to do.

He moved down her body, nipping into the roundness of her stomach. She giggled and he laid kisses along her full hips, letting her know he loved her body. He found her attractive. His thick prick an equal confirmation.

“Open your legs,” he told her, wanting to tongue her sweet virgin pussy.

Buy Links: Evernight Publishing / ARe / Bookstrand / Amazon (US) / Amazon (UK) / Smashwords

The Valentines: Robert

Hi everyone,

While I’m constantly trying to think of new ideas to make this blog a little more interesting, I’m going to post the update as The Valentines: Robert has just been sent out to third distribution sites.

Before I do that, is there any suggestions of what you’d like to see? I’ve thought of talking about books or recipes. I would really like your input.

Click here to get your copy of, The Valentines: Robert from All romance E-books

The Valentines: Robert

Book one in The Valentines Series

A war is about to begin.

Sophie Ford has a secret. Fear for herself and her friend has her running to the vampire council in search of protection.

And she is bonded to a vampire.

Robert Valentine knows Sophie is hiding something, but what? She tempts him as no little human ever has in his whole life. He is the eldest son of the most powerful family in the world.

Forces they cannot control are fighting against them. Time is running out. Sophie’s secret is about to be exposed. Is there time to save the ones they love? Can Robert and Sophie move on and survive the war that is about to begin?

Excerpt From: Robert

The Council of Vampires, somewhere in Beyer West.

“You will allow this match to go through.”

Robert Valentine glanced over at his father—head of the Valentine Corporation and leader of his family—feeling bewildered and angry.

“It is just another human family on the verge—”

“I don’t care,” his father yelled at him across the room.

Robert watched his mother flinch. His three brothers turned away, not wanting their father’s wrath directed at them. Robert understood. These were perilous times and his father had no room in his life for arguments. His two sisters were not even allowed access to the Council’s chambers. Instead, old traditions said they must remain outside at all times. One day, Robert wished to banish the old ways and start afresh. Rose and Dawn were equally affected by what happened in this place as he was.

Robert looked at his father. He respected him but there were times when he despised the way in which the man worked. The laws that governed their society were archaic. If they didn’t change their ways soon, Robert believed it would get them all killed.

“What have they offered?” Robert asked, trying to take some interest in the situation, since it was likely to affect his future. At the moment he had no power to change the outcome of tonight’s events.

His father nodded to the guards to open the connecting door leading out to the human visiting room. This allowed humans a place to sit and wait, and offered protection against the abuses of the outside world. Vampire protection, among the humans, was considered a last resort, and only the most degraded and those without pride accepted such an alliance.

A man and a woman entered the great hall. There was nothing fantastic about their appearance. They were dressed in business suits, neat and tidy, and he noted that they appeared to be in their late fifties. One of them carried a folder, which was odd. He assumed the folder contained information, but the Council usually had all the information it needed about human visitors petitioning for help. Beyer West might be a small town, but it was a Valentine-run town. His father was pedantic in his dealings with the human public. Every deal and alliance must be well-documented and sealed away for future reference.

“Mr and Mrs Ford, allow me to introduce my oldest son, Robert Valentine.”

Robert acknowledged the couple, bowing, as was the protocol among his family. He kept his attention on the Council and his own family, though. He knew of the Fords from his own company dealings. They were a prosperous family who should have no need of the Valentines’ services. Only last week Robert had checked the profit margins for the town’s most affluent families. It all seemed rather odd to him.

The couple glanced nervously around them.

“We need the kind of protection you are notorious for offering,” Mrs Ford said.

Robert noticed that Mr Ford was scratching his head and felt like doing the same. How could this company need their help? Last time he checked, Mrs Ford stayed at home with the children while her husband ran the company. Robert couldn’t think of a single reason why they would be at the Council.

“We are not a security company, Mrs Ford.”

“I’m aware of that, but we can meet the price that you have set.” She handed over the file. “We’ve stumbled into some financial difficulty and we would also like assistance with this.”

Robert Valentine opened the folder. An A4 picture of a beautiful young woman stared up at him, an innocent and carefree smile shining from deep within her.

“Pretty girl,” he complimented her.

“That is Sophie. My only daughter and not a girl but a woman of twenty-one,” Mr Ford corrected him.

“With all due respect, Mr Ford, I’m more than five hundred years old. To me, she is a child,” Robert snapped, looking up to glare at the couple.

He couldn’t deny the intrigue he felt about the girl, just from the picture he’d seen, but she was still a child. Her picture and family situation should not concern him or his family. Why did he suddenly have a bad vibe about the whole meeting? Robert glanced back at the file. The innocence clearly expressed in her beautiful features said that this girl hadn’t yet been tainted by the real world. He felt a tug at his heart, knowing that within months the smile would be gone, replaced by a frown and wary features. That was just part of life, but something within him didn’t want this girl to be affected by it.

This meeting was getting odder by the second.

Mr Ford retreated, leaving his wife to deal with the proceedings.

“The protection you offer is that no harm will come to the family, as well as you supplying money to cover our debts?” she asked.

His father nodded.

“The deal would be between Sophie and me,” Robert interrupted. He found that he wished to see the real-life vision of the girl in the photo. To witness her innocence himself and to see her reaction to him. Would she be as affected by him as he was by her?

Guest: Adonis Devereux

May I welcome fellow Evernight Publishing author,

Adonis Devereux 

I don’t believe in writer’s block. Never have, never will. At least not the kind of writer’s block I hear a lot of people complain about. I get the impression that they think writer’s block is some mystical forcefield keeping them from their writing, like it’s not their fault, like there’s nothing they can do about it. I’ve never experienced writer’s block, so maybe that’s why I don’t believe it really exists. Of course I work hard to make sure writer’s block never seizes me. I might take a walk, change my environment, take a break, or talk to my wife. (By the way, I’m the Mr. half of the Adonis Devereux writing duo!) I guess the one advantage I have over writer’s block is the fact that I have a writing partner. We never have a lack of ideas; we’re never at a standstill. We are able to encourage each other chapter by chapter, story by story. Writing is, of course, a solitary venture for most people, so my advice would be to find a confidant – someone you can trust with your stories – and talk to him or her whenever you feel the flow just stop. But the confidant needs to be someone who is equally creative and enthusiastic about your love of story. That’s what I have, and my well has never run dry. Thanks so much, Sam, for having us here today! Anybody who wants a free copy of Chasing Earth and Flame, comment below for a chance to win. Also, like our author page on Facebook for access to exclusive content such as maps and recipes, unique to our fantasy world of Gilalion!

Blurb

Nevia Akara Judal is the daughter of the First House of Nirrion, but though she is both a powerful elemental mage and a cunning political mind, she is her father’s property. She is promised to Melenius, the only other noble elementalist in the city, but she is not certain she approves of her father’s choice. She has a stronger will than anyone has ever given her credit for, and she is determined to find and keep the love of the only man who can conquer her heart of earth and flame.

Excerpt

Melenius caught Nevia by the arm and pulled her into a curtained alcove.

“We will be seen,” Nevia whispered.

Melenius shook his head. Cena was due to begin in a few minutes, so he had to work quickly.

“This won’t take long.” He produced the anal plug he had shown her on their honeymoon.

It was Nevia’s turn to shake her head.

“Yes,” Melenius said. He pulled out a vial of scented oil from his small shoulder bag. Nevia’s frosty eyes widened, and he smiled in his airs at her coyness. He poured the oil over the plug, then rubbed it around the head and down its length. “Turn around.”

Nevia did so, but she kept her eyes on her husband. Melenius had never seen anything sexier than his beautiful wife looking over her shoulder with fear and anticipation trembling in her elements as he hitched up her dress. Her fine, white ass was just what he wanted, and his cock hardened. He considered taking her right there, but the sound of music coming from the atrium made him think better of it. The entertainment had arrived. Dinner was imminent, and they would be missed if they were not punctual.

Melenius dabbed a bit of oil on the rosebud of Nevia’s anus and rubbed it around with his thumb. Nevia moaned.

“Quiet!” Melenius’s tone was half serious, half mirthful.

He pressed the tip of the lubricated plug against her ass and slowly applied pressure. He did not at once break her wall, and he was surprised at her body’s unwillingness to allow entry. With a stronger but still gentle push, he felt the pop as the plug slipped into her back passage.

Nevia’s knees buckled, but she did not collapse. The temperature in the alcove plummeted, and though Melenius knew her fires were stoked, she fixed him with an icy glare.

Nevia stood and let her skirts fall back into place. “You dare toy with the ass of an Akara?” She raised her hand to slap Melenius, but he caught her by the wrist.

Melenius lightly bit that wrist as he tweaked her nipple with his other hand. “Now, go be a good girl, and eat your supper.” He opened the curtain and slapped her ass on the way out.

Nevia continued to murder him with her eyes, but her elements betrayed her increasing desire. He sensed her laughter on his winds.

Cena was an elaborate affair, much more so than Melenius would have expected for just a one-night stay in a provincial town. As exotic, half-naked slaves from far-away lands juggled fire sticks before them all, Melenius turned to Judal the Younger.

“I wonder, why all this?” he asked. He popped a fresh, green olive in his mouth.

Nevius, reclined on one elbow, sipped his mulled wine and answered without taking his eyes from the entertainment. “We are returning from a great victory. Though Belamal presses forward, there will be glory for us upon our return to Nirrion. Why not celebrate a little? This is my father’s villa, after all.”

“Fair enough.”

“Enjoy yourself, Firin,” Nevius said. “You and my sister are saviors of the republic.” Nevia’s couch was situated close to his so that their heads would be near each other for conversation. He leaned over and kissed her brow.

Melenius, on the other side of the low table laden with rich food, watched this sibling exchange, knowing that her ass was plugged, that her cunt was probably wet as spring rains.

Nevia betrayed nothing; she could not to her brother, anyway, but neither did her elements. She was cool, collected, and calm. Melenius nodded in her direction, raised his cup in a silent toast to her, and drank its contents. A slave refilled his cup at once. Nevia, playing at human expressions, narrowed her eyes at him. Melenius almost choked on his next drink.

Radish salads and oysters gave way to hot-boiled goose and songbirds with asparagus. Between the appetizers and the main course, clowns had come to re-enact the battle of Vieta. The actor who pantomimed Belamal wore comical armor, and his gold-painted face twisted in all manner of melodramatic expressions.

Nevius ripped hot, juicy meat from the bone with his teeth. “Belamal Triumphant, to be sure.” His mouth was half-full of goose. “Too bad Garalach isn’t here. He could’ve made your job in Vieta easier.”

Melenius felt the instant drop in temperature, and the braziers that burned around them dimmed.

“More wood.” Nevius snapped his fingers at the nearest slave.

Nevia did not look at Melenius. Her eyes were fixed on the small plate she held on her lap. The name of Garalach clearly upset her, and Melenius wanted to go to her, to hold her and remind her of how he had been deceived. He had never stopped loving or wanting Nevia. It had not been his intention to betray her.

But Nevia would not return his glance.

The sun disappeared from the sky, and a cold wind blew through the peristyle and into the atrium.

Where we are:

Bloghttp://boundlessasthesea.blogspot.com

Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/adonis.devereux

FB author pagehttps://www.facebook.com/pages/Adonis-Devereux/250061305038584

Twitterhttp://twitter.com/#!/AdonisDevereux

Amazonhttp://www.amazon.com/Adonis-Devereux/e/B0067XK2CU

Goodreadshttp://www.goodreads.com/adonisdevereux

Email – adonis.devereux@gmail.com

How to purchase:

Evernight Publishinghttp://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Adonis-Devereux.html

All Romance eBookshttp://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-worthhisfreedom-630422-143.html

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-brideforthegodking-665365-143.html

Bookstrandhttp://www.bookstrand.com/adonis-devereux

Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_0_10?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=adonis+devereux&x=0&y=0&sprefix=adonis+dev

Barnes and Noblehttp://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/worth-his-freedom-adonis-devereux/1107485644?ean=2940032849582&itm=1&usri=worth+his+freedom

1 Place for Romancehttp://1placeforromance.com/romantic-fiction/worth-his-freedom/prod_6117.html

http://1placeforromance.com/fantasy/bride-for-the-god-king/prod_6538.html